BAHHHHH!!!! This post has to be short sweet and to the point as I am definitely facing the music of the night...only its not very pretty. Two weeks of school left and 4 essays to write. It's going to be crazy! I'm in the middle of one now so consider this my quick deflation before I hit the hay.
Desiree, Margaux and I (yep...there they are again) saw the Phantom of the Opera this past Thursday. It was amazing. I've been singing non-stop since. In honor of my favorite music...this is the story of my week:
Masquerade: Like all of the brilliant colors and dancing, so is the city of London during Christmas time. I love walking around the city and after a long day in Chelsea not only was I calmed by the beauty of the houses but also by the charm of the shops. It is a wonderful area where I found a great bookstore and beautiful Christmas cheer.
Prima Donna: I've been very successful shopping lately and feeling very demanding in what I am looking for. Sometimes it's nice to be able to find exactly what you're looking for...even if it is for someone else. Covent Garden is always a great place to feel like a 'star'.
Music of the Night: It's night...I can only hope that the words put into my essay are able to serenade my professors...pfff! I'll be lucky if they're coherent.
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again: I can't believe it's only 3 weeks until I am home! It's gone by so quickly. I miss my family and friends from home, but I will miss my friends here so much. I can't even think about that right now...
Sorry this is quick! Have to get back to Georgia... Borough Market and all that other jazz! Have a good week!!! Paris this weekend...next post will make up for this short thing ;)
Cheers,
Taylor
Monday, December 3, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Turkey Metaphors are my Favorite
I'm finally on time with the post! I mean, it's not as if there are any rules dictating when I write these posts but the therapeutic sound of typing is usually best reserved for Sunday nights...at least that is my opinion. This week marked a very important time of the year; it was a time for eating way too much and going consumer crazy. It marked the beginning of Christmas break for my DU friends and it was the much needed break for many of those who will return to school until Christmas.
Side note: The fact that many of you are returning to school is proof that the quarter system > your
system. Go to DU...now. Actually, don't because they need to have room for me to live when
I get back. Stay at home.
It is also a time of year that the Brits really don't 'give a bit' about. So, tonight I am going to share my happenings in the form of a Thanksgiving feast...it will be my way of forcing myself in on all of your celebrations.
The Turkey:
Oh the iconic bird that is the spokesman for this wonderful holiday. The turkey is never ready when you think it will be, yet for some reason it is at the very core of Thanksgiving and yet we don't care how long it takes...we will eat it and Macy's parade will always have a giant balloon turkey. I love it (except for some of my Kulp cousins who always insist on ham) and because of its iconic status I will share how I spent my Thanksgiving celebration under this heading.
As many of you know, I am an intern here at the Directory of Social Change which is a charity organisation that provides publications and training to voluntary sector professionals (marketing skills in action). DSC held its annual Social Change Awards on Thursday which honored many voluntary organisations for the work they do for others. It was an amazing night. The conference room was transformed into a beautiful venue with lights, decorations, and warm hearts. This was surprisingly and ironic and perfect way to spend my Thanksgiving. There were so many people in the room that have done great things for people and being able to hear what the non-profit sector is doing here, made me very thankful for all of those working to make this world a better place. I was also able to reflect upon my time at El Pomar Foundation and realize how lucky I am to be able to work in this sector in two different countries. The evening ended with snacks and wine in the dining room and wine and good conversation in the cloak room. It was a very good event and I am so thankful for being able to be a part of it.
Wait..the stuffing! For some, this is the usually the most underwhelming part of the feast, but not for me and my dad...it is our favorite part! The evening ended with me crashing my own family's feast! I caught the Lobato's right after their own dinner. Alexa, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Jesse, Jordan, Nicholas, Sarah, Anna, Stephen, Daniel, Aunty Kathy, Aunty Barbara, Uncle Ed, Uncle Frank, Uncle Michael, and Lisyuri all took turns saying hello. I loved it and I love all of you! Thank you for being the stuffing in my Turkey and letting me get a little bit of each of you on my first Thanksgiving away from home.
Mashed Potatoes and G-g-g-gravy:
A true staple! Mashed Potatoes are as consistent and vital to this feast as the Tube station is to London! Oh boy and let me tell you how much I love both of these things! A LOT! Ladies and gentlemen, I have gotten so good at the Tube that I no longer just choose a carriage on either end becasue there are less people there. Oh no no no! I now choose which end to ride based upon where the exist is to leave the next station or where the closest tunnel is to change to my next train. What do I mean by this? Let me explain... ... ... When I go to school in the morning I take the Northern Line to Bank Station. I then change to the Central Line and exit at Oxford Circus. Well, when I get on the Northern Line I always get in a carriage on the left side because when I get to Bank, the entrance to the Central line is closest to the left side. I just realized this probably makes no sense to many of you who are not here in London. Just think of it as the equivalent of strategically picking the shortest and quickest line in the grocery store EVERY TIME! Oh yes, I am now that good.
Now for the gravy! I found the best line on the Tube. Waterloo and City (light green on the map) goes directly from Waterloo station to Bank. It basically bypasses a crap ton of stops and zips right on to the best places. Want to see the London Eye but get back to the Gherki asap? No problem! Waterloo and City will do just that! Because I save so much time by choosing the awesome light green line and the correct side of the train, I can now (skip this part Vince) find the cutest and most polite British boy, follow him onto the Tube, and look at him for the entire journey. Now that's gravy.
Cranberry Jelly: I'll be honest, I don't know how I feel about this stuff. It's in a can and not a jar. It looks like it's radioactive. It has a weird texture. Well folks, let me tell you about the Hayward Gallery.
For my Art and Society class, we went to this gallery to see some contemporary Chinese art. It was something. I'll break it down:
Room 1: Room covered with pictures of man squeezing meat. Pillar of mirrors with actual meat sitting on top.
Room 2: Ping-pong table with huge slits coming out of the bottom = unwinnable See here.
Room 3: Pillar of human fat...spread on like butter. I'm not kidding. See for yourself.
Room 4: Live silk worms weaving silk over large wooden frames and gigantic chains, REAL PERSON falling backwards, always wet wall of paint that will mark you forever if you touch it (oh yes, we touched it), room with woman singing coming at you between trees handing you a piece of paper, large walled box with random objects being thrown out the top, and a room with people laying on shelves with one person standing with their head coming out the top through a hole in the shelf.
I don't mean to make these pieces of art less meaningful. I'll be honest, when you understand what they are supposed to mean it really does give you a different perspective. However, it was too much all at once. I've had to reflect a lot in order for me to really appreciate it as art and I apologize to those who find it more serious than I make it seem. It just wasn't for me. I also apologize for those who like cranberry jelly. It's still weird.
Pies:
This is pretty straight forward. Pies are pies and I made two; a pumpkin and a pecan. I had a little trouble finding pre-made crust in a round tin. Actually, let me clarify and say that I could not find crust in a round tin so my pies were rectangles. But, I took them to work and made the Brits celebrate with me. They were a hit so I guess my crappy gas oven did it's job! The two other Americans at work also gave me a thumbs up, so it was nice sharing a little bit of home with all of them.
Green Bean Casserole:
Ah the traditional dish that gives strange character to every thanksgiving dish. It's warm and cozy as well as surprise tater tots in random bites. I finally made it down to Brick lane with the ever awesome (and always present in this blog) Desiree and Margaux. It was great walking around the cozy atmosphere and seeing all of the vintage stalls, trying on crazy hats, and smelling the amazing food. It was a great time with surprises around every corner. Since it was my first time there, the girls showed me their favorite music store and some of the gems of all that is Brick Lane. It is part of the grittiness that is unique to London and the tater-tots that give the city character. It is one of those places that is all I love about London; the surprises and the diversity. It's that traditional dish that makes me want to pick through until I have all the tater-tots that I can eat.
Secret Sauce (aka Ketchup):
Prior to some relatives' belief, this does not belong at the Thanksgiving table... ...that's why we pass it under the table! It's not so much the ketchup that I enjoy, it's the inside joke. For me, the Breakfast Club is that inside joke. There is always a queue which means that it's definitely not secret, but it is just so great. Breakfast here is always guaranteed to make you groan with fullness and groan with content. It is basically that Thanksgiving feeling located right down the street. I mean heaven forbid it's in my blog almost as much as my ridiculous jokes...that's saying something! I love it and it's great, and if you've visited me then you've probably been there with me. Secret sauce that isn't so secret but it's still that vital to a good feast.
Oatmeal Rolls:
I don't know if these were present at the table this year, but they are THE BEST! Thank you 4-H cookbook! I will never go hungry nor will I go to jail because of you. It's a statistic, ask my dad. When I go to Christmas markets here, it feels as if I'm stuck inside one of these rolls; it's warm and soft and smells amazing! Christmas markets are full of mulled wine and sweets that just seep warmth and fluffy feelings. If I were in a roll/when I am at Christmas markets this is what I feel like : IT"S SO FLUFFY! I have been to two markets this weekend, one under the watchful London Eye and the other tonight at Hyde Park. I have many more to visit in these next few weeks!
Leftovers:
Probably the real reason Thanksgiving exists...to do the whole thing over again! I love leftovers and Thanksgiving is a meal that I will never tire of. I have the same feeling for London at night. Desiree and I walked around and saw the sights. We walked down the Thames and were seduced by the warm glow that seems to never end. So much life all of the time! It is really indescribable to feel so insignificant. We both talked about missing the stars and that is another kind of insignificant. The city just holds so many people and so much is going on that I feel dwarfed and that I can't really be seen. I like it. When I'm under the stars I feel so overwhelmed by nature and how powerless I am in the universe. I also like it.
I will also never tire of the pubs here in London. After seeing the city, Desire and I found a cute little pub called The Princess of Shoreditch. It was cute and not as loud as the other crazy places. There were lots of locals and the bartenders were nice. We sat, had a drink, and drank in all that is a good pub. People, drinks, and laughter. Night though is really where both of these experiences come to full bloom. There is nothing like a lot of lights (little or big) shining in a black sky, and a good pub that make you realize just how much you should enjoy the moment and to feel as much as you can because there's not really anything that important that can't wait until the next round of leftovers.
Nap/Fullness:
Nothing sums up Thanksgiving like a good nap when you feel like your stomach is going to pop. I have so much work to do before I leave that I just want to take a nap! But, like every good Thanksgiving the fact that I'm full because of an amazing meal is the only thought that keeps me treckin' along.
I got an A on my first paper!!! Whoo hoo!! I know that my grades will be fine, and I've been able to think about how much I have learned on this trip. I am so stuffed with information and sights, and sounds, and smells, and experiences that I feel like I'm going to pop! However, it's all worth it because I know that it tasted amazing. So, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope your week was as good as mine whether you celebrate the holiday or not! Have a good one and until you visit again,
Cheers,
Taylor
Side note: The fact that many of you are returning to school is proof that the quarter system > your
system. Go to DU...now. Actually, don't because they need to have room for me to live when
I get back. Stay at home.
It is also a time of year that the Brits really don't 'give a bit' about. So, tonight I am going to share my happenings in the form of a Thanksgiving feast...it will be my way of forcing myself in on all of your celebrations.
The Turkey:
Oh the iconic bird that is the spokesman for this wonderful holiday. The turkey is never ready when you think it will be, yet for some reason it is at the very core of Thanksgiving and yet we don't care how long it takes...we will eat it and Macy's parade will always have a giant balloon turkey. I love it (except for some of my Kulp cousins who always insist on ham) and because of its iconic status I will share how I spent my Thanksgiving celebration under this heading.
As many of you know, I am an intern here at the Directory of Social Change which is a charity organisation that provides publications and training to voluntary sector professionals (marketing skills in action). DSC held its annual Social Change Awards on Thursday which honored many voluntary organisations for the work they do for others. It was an amazing night. The conference room was transformed into a beautiful venue with lights, decorations, and warm hearts. This was surprisingly and ironic and perfect way to spend my Thanksgiving. There were so many people in the room that have done great things for people and being able to hear what the non-profit sector is doing here, made me very thankful for all of those working to make this world a better place. I was also able to reflect upon my time at El Pomar Foundation and realize how lucky I am to be able to work in this sector in two different countries. The evening ended with snacks and wine in the dining room and wine and good conversation in the cloak room. It was a very good event and I am so thankful for being able to be a part of it.
Wait..the stuffing! For some, this is the usually the most underwhelming part of the feast, but not for me and my dad...it is our favorite part! The evening ended with me crashing my own family's feast! I caught the Lobato's right after their own dinner. Alexa, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Jesse, Jordan, Nicholas, Sarah, Anna, Stephen, Daniel, Aunty Kathy, Aunty Barbara, Uncle Ed, Uncle Frank, Uncle Michael, and Lisyuri all took turns saying hello. I loved it and I love all of you! Thank you for being the stuffing in my Turkey and letting me get a little bit of each of you on my first Thanksgiving away from home.
Mashed Potatoes and G-g-g-gravy:
A true staple! Mashed Potatoes are as consistent and vital to this feast as the Tube station is to London! Oh boy and let me tell you how much I love both of these things! A LOT! Ladies and gentlemen, I have gotten so good at the Tube that I no longer just choose a carriage on either end becasue there are less people there. Oh no no no! I now choose which end to ride based upon where the exist is to leave the next station or where the closest tunnel is to change to my next train. What do I mean by this? Let me explain... ... ... When I go to school in the morning I take the Northern Line to Bank Station. I then change to the Central Line and exit at Oxford Circus. Well, when I get on the Northern Line I always get in a carriage on the left side because when I get to Bank, the entrance to the Central line is closest to the left side. I just realized this probably makes no sense to many of you who are not here in London. Just think of it as the equivalent of strategically picking the shortest and quickest line in the grocery store EVERY TIME! Oh yes, I am now that good.
Now for the gravy! I found the best line on the Tube. Waterloo and City (light green on the map) goes directly from Waterloo station to Bank. It basically bypasses a crap ton of stops and zips right on to the best places. Want to see the London Eye but get back to the Gherki asap? No problem! Waterloo and City will do just that! Because I save so much time by choosing the awesome light green line and the correct side of the train, I can now (skip this part Vince) find the cutest and most polite British boy, follow him onto the Tube, and look at him for the entire journey. Now that's gravy.
Cranberry Jelly: I'll be honest, I don't know how I feel about this stuff. It's in a can and not a jar. It looks like it's radioactive. It has a weird texture. Well folks, let me tell you about the Hayward Gallery.
For my Art and Society class, we went to this gallery to see some contemporary Chinese art. It was something. I'll break it down:
Room 1: Room covered with pictures of man squeezing meat. Pillar of mirrors with actual meat sitting on top.
Room 2: Ping-pong table with huge slits coming out of the bottom = unwinnable See here.
Room 3: Pillar of human fat...spread on like butter. I'm not kidding. See for yourself.
Room 4: Live silk worms weaving silk over large wooden frames and gigantic chains, REAL PERSON falling backwards, always wet wall of paint that will mark you forever if you touch it (oh yes, we touched it), room with woman singing coming at you between trees handing you a piece of paper, large walled box with random objects being thrown out the top, and a room with people laying on shelves with one person standing with their head coming out the top through a hole in the shelf.
I don't mean to make these pieces of art less meaningful. I'll be honest, when you understand what they are supposed to mean it really does give you a different perspective. However, it was too much all at once. I've had to reflect a lot in order for me to really appreciate it as art and I apologize to those who find it more serious than I make it seem. It just wasn't for me. I also apologize for those who like cranberry jelly. It's still weird.
Pies:
This is pretty straight forward. Pies are pies and I made two; a pumpkin and a pecan. I had a little trouble finding pre-made crust in a round tin. Actually, let me clarify and say that I could not find crust in a round tin so my pies were rectangles. But, I took them to work and made the Brits celebrate with me. They were a hit so I guess my crappy gas oven did it's job! The two other Americans at work also gave me a thumbs up, so it was nice sharing a little bit of home with all of them.
Green Bean Casserole:
Ah the traditional dish that gives strange character to every thanksgiving dish. It's warm and cozy as well as surprise tater tots in random bites. I finally made it down to Brick lane with the ever awesome (and always present in this blog) Desiree and Margaux. It was great walking around the cozy atmosphere and seeing all of the vintage stalls, trying on crazy hats, and smelling the amazing food. It was a great time with surprises around every corner. Since it was my first time there, the girls showed me their favorite music store and some of the gems of all that is Brick Lane. It is part of the grittiness that is unique to London and the tater-tots that give the city character. It is one of those places that is all I love about London; the surprises and the diversity. It's that traditional dish that makes me want to pick through until I have all the tater-tots that I can eat.
Secret Sauce (aka Ketchup):
Prior to some relatives' belief, this does not belong at the Thanksgiving table... ...that's why we pass it under the table! It's not so much the ketchup that I enjoy, it's the inside joke. For me, the Breakfast Club is that inside joke. There is always a queue which means that it's definitely not secret, but it is just so great. Breakfast here is always guaranteed to make you groan with fullness and groan with content. It is basically that Thanksgiving feeling located right down the street. I mean heaven forbid it's in my blog almost as much as my ridiculous jokes...that's saying something! I love it and it's great, and if you've visited me then you've probably been there with me. Secret sauce that isn't so secret but it's still that vital to a good feast.
Oatmeal Rolls:
I don't know if these were present at the table this year, but they are THE BEST! Thank you 4-H cookbook! I will never go hungry nor will I go to jail because of you. It's a statistic, ask my dad. When I go to Christmas markets here, it feels as if I'm stuck inside one of these rolls; it's warm and soft and smells amazing! Christmas markets are full of mulled wine and sweets that just seep warmth and fluffy feelings. If I were in a roll/when I am at Christmas markets this is what I feel like : IT"S SO FLUFFY! I have been to two markets this weekend, one under the watchful London Eye and the other tonight at Hyde Park. I have many more to visit in these next few weeks!
Leftovers:
Probably the real reason Thanksgiving exists...to do the whole thing over again! I love leftovers and Thanksgiving is a meal that I will never tire of. I have the same feeling for London at night. Desiree and I walked around and saw the sights. We walked down the Thames and were seduced by the warm glow that seems to never end. So much life all of the time! It is really indescribable to feel so insignificant. We both talked about missing the stars and that is another kind of insignificant. The city just holds so many people and so much is going on that I feel dwarfed and that I can't really be seen. I like it. When I'm under the stars I feel so overwhelmed by nature and how powerless I am in the universe. I also like it.
I will also never tire of the pubs here in London. After seeing the city, Desire and I found a cute little pub called The Princess of Shoreditch. It was cute and not as loud as the other crazy places. There were lots of locals and the bartenders were nice. We sat, had a drink, and drank in all that is a good pub. People, drinks, and laughter. Night though is really where both of these experiences come to full bloom. There is nothing like a lot of lights (little or big) shining in a black sky, and a good pub that make you realize just how much you should enjoy the moment and to feel as much as you can because there's not really anything that important that can't wait until the next round of leftovers.
Nap/Fullness:
Nothing sums up Thanksgiving like a good nap when you feel like your stomach is going to pop. I have so much work to do before I leave that I just want to take a nap! But, like every good Thanksgiving the fact that I'm full because of an amazing meal is the only thought that keeps me treckin' along.
I got an A on my first paper!!! Whoo hoo!! I know that my grades will be fine, and I've been able to think about how much I have learned on this trip. I am so stuffed with information and sights, and sounds, and smells, and experiences that I feel like I'm going to pop! However, it's all worth it because I know that it tasted amazing. So, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope your week was as good as mine whether you celebrate the holiday or not! Have a good one and until you visit again,
Cheers,
Taylor
Monday, November 19, 2012
Say Cheese!
I have to apologize for my last post. It was very strange. I can admit it so let's all just move on from it.
I've had yet another amazing week and as I sit here after another wonderful Monday night with Desiree and Margaux, I cannot believe that in a little less than a month I will be leaving London. It has gone by so fast and yet I feel as if I've been here for forever. I still have time to write papers and to finish doing the things that I haven't done yet.
This past week has been really great. It began with the end of my dad's stay. We finished up a few things by doing all of my laundry which meant that I don't have to hand wash again for a while..thank you Dad...thank you so much. We also went to a great burger place close to me that just hit the right place and was incredibly satisfying. So so so good. It was so hard to put my dad on the Tube and say goodbye. I wish he could have stayed longer and he made me real antsy to get home, but it was a good week. I felt like the adult putting him on the tube and waving goodbye...like his first day of school with his cute boot (sorry Dad can't help it) :) and I also cried on the way to class. Yes to all you people who saw me that day, I was the girl who made you feel awkward on the Tube! Do you ask if I'm okay? Do you walk away? Are you rude if you don't ask? Not to fear...you all made the right choice and went on with your London march.
I had just enough time to vacuum my room and change my sheets before Natalie and Angela came. Thankfully, I was looking out my window at the perfect time to let them in...who knew how we were going to meet up if not for the fate of leftover risotto and the need to breathe some fresh air. I found the lost kittens and brought them into my home!
Friday, I was so lucky to welcome Marisa to London! I again got to show the city off and the four of us walked through Portebello market and gorged on street food, Thai food and Mexican. I have to get the Euro girls some spice in their lives!!! Thank goodness for the international cuisine of London. I once awkwardly told my friend Sam that if I had to choose between eating or buying clothes...I would definitely be naked.
I love food and it is one of the best ways for me to spend time with friends. Talking, eating, laughing, drinking, and just catching up. Whether it's cooking in my kitchen or going out or even eating ice cream in someone else's kitchen, it is a sign of living in a place. Knowing where and how to eat in London has made me a local. Yes Ms. Parker...food talk is never far from my lips (no pun intended).
But back to my girls! The four of us went to my first Christmas market of the season right under the London eye! It is so festive and warm even in London's chilly weather. We saw Big Ben at night and just thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. Eventually, I had to put Marisa on the Tube with tearful eyes. It is not soon enough when we'll be back with our weekly coffee dates and/or cocktail dates. Thank you for a wonderful weekend! I have been looking forward to seeing you for ages :)
Natalie, Angela and I finished the weekend with some shopping...well kind of. Nat found books and while Angela and I had big plans for new wardrobes and a basic need of shoes...we came out of Westfield empty handed. But not with empty hearts!!! We were armed with snacks and plans for some Indian cuisine.
The night ended with one of the best dinners I've had since I've been here...We ended up at a Pakistani restaurant It was on a pretty deserted street but once we stepped inside the doors we were greeted by huge rooms stuffed with as many people as could be fit. I knew it was going to be a good end to the night. I ended up coughing until I got used to the strong spices wafting out from the kitchen and in inspiration of those scents I ordered the spicy Sunday special and spend the rest of the night talking...and talking...and talking. Great night.
Angela and Natalie left early this morning and I have to say it is a strange feeling being in my room alone. After three+ weeks of visitors, it is quiet here. I enjoyed having everyone here so much. It has made me realize how lucky I am to have such good people who will meet me at home but also how lucky I am to have the good friends I do here. Thank you girls for an absolutely amazing weekend! I missed you all so much and I cannot wait for the new year when we get to continue our time together back in Denver.
In honor of our dinner tonight I almost categorized this post by type of cheese in honour of the Swiss. However, because of my strange post last week, I thought I would give you all a mental break. Desiree treated us to a traditional Swiss dinner with amazing cheese, fruit, potatoes, and salad. I am full even now and that was a few hours ago!
But I again reflect on my time here and I can't ignore the uncanny resemblance of the trip to my favorite cheese...Brie. Soft, mild, and utterly creamy it goes perfect with jam and flavorful salami. It is London. The culture and the people are complimented by anything! Anyone would be able to find a place in London that they love. It's flexible and malleable to fit any need. The gritty parts of the city are perfect for the more edgy and the posh neighborhoods are perfect for those who like a quiet space in the midst of craziness. It's all protected by that powdery outer layer. Wrapped beautifully in a little wooden box London is just like my cheese...waiting to be cut into and explored. The contents run out waiting for the consumer to enjoy.
So here's to London and Brie and to all those who have let me share a little of my cheese with you...
Cheers,
I love and miss you all.
Taylor
I've had yet another amazing week and as I sit here after another wonderful Monday night with Desiree and Margaux, I cannot believe that in a little less than a month I will be leaving London. It has gone by so fast and yet I feel as if I've been here for forever. I still have time to write papers and to finish doing the things that I haven't done yet.
This past week has been really great. It began with the end of my dad's stay. We finished up a few things by doing all of my laundry which meant that I don't have to hand wash again for a while..thank you Dad...thank you so much. We also went to a great burger place close to me that just hit the right place and was incredibly satisfying. So so so good. It was so hard to put my dad on the Tube and say goodbye. I wish he could have stayed longer and he made me real antsy to get home, but it was a good week. I felt like the adult putting him on the tube and waving goodbye...like his first day of school with his cute boot (sorry Dad can't help it) :) and I also cried on the way to class. Yes to all you people who saw me that day, I was the girl who made you feel awkward on the Tube! Do you ask if I'm okay? Do you walk away? Are you rude if you don't ask? Not to fear...you all made the right choice and went on with your London march.
I had just enough time to vacuum my room and change my sheets before Natalie and Angela came. Thankfully, I was looking out my window at the perfect time to let them in...who knew how we were going to meet up if not for the fate of leftover risotto and the need to breathe some fresh air. I found the lost kittens and brought them into my home!
Friday, I was so lucky to welcome Marisa to London! I again got to show the city off and the four of us walked through Portebello market and gorged on street food, Thai food and Mexican. I have to get the Euro girls some spice in their lives!!! Thank goodness for the international cuisine of London. I once awkwardly told my friend Sam that if I had to choose between eating or buying clothes...I would definitely be naked.
I love food and it is one of the best ways for me to spend time with friends. Talking, eating, laughing, drinking, and just catching up. Whether it's cooking in my kitchen or going out or even eating ice cream in someone else's kitchen, it is a sign of living in a place. Knowing where and how to eat in London has made me a local. Yes Ms. Parker...food talk is never far from my lips (no pun intended).
But back to my girls! The four of us went to my first Christmas market of the season right under the London eye! It is so festive and warm even in London's chilly weather. We saw Big Ben at night and just thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. Eventually, I had to put Marisa on the Tube with tearful eyes. It is not soon enough when we'll be back with our weekly coffee dates and/or cocktail dates. Thank you for a wonderful weekend! I have been looking forward to seeing you for ages :)
Natalie, Angela and I finished the weekend with some shopping...well kind of. Nat found books and while Angela and I had big plans for new wardrobes and a basic need of shoes...we came out of Westfield empty handed. But not with empty hearts!!! We were armed with snacks and plans for some Indian cuisine.
The night ended with one of the best dinners I've had since I've been here...We ended up at a Pakistani restaurant It was on a pretty deserted street but once we stepped inside the doors we were greeted by huge rooms stuffed with as many people as could be fit. I knew it was going to be a good end to the night. I ended up coughing until I got used to the strong spices wafting out from the kitchen and in inspiration of those scents I ordered the spicy Sunday special and spend the rest of the night talking...and talking...and talking. Great night.
Angela and Natalie left early this morning and I have to say it is a strange feeling being in my room alone. After three+ weeks of visitors, it is quiet here. I enjoyed having everyone here so much. It has made me realize how lucky I am to have such good people who will meet me at home but also how lucky I am to have the good friends I do here. Thank you girls for an absolutely amazing weekend! I missed you all so much and I cannot wait for the new year when we get to continue our time together back in Denver.
In honor of our dinner tonight I almost categorized this post by type of cheese in honour of the Swiss. However, because of my strange post last week, I thought I would give you all a mental break. Desiree treated us to a traditional Swiss dinner with amazing cheese, fruit, potatoes, and salad. I am full even now and that was a few hours ago!
But I again reflect on my time here and I can't ignore the uncanny resemblance of the trip to my favorite cheese...Brie. Soft, mild, and utterly creamy it goes perfect with jam and flavorful salami. It is London. The culture and the people are complimented by anything! Anyone would be able to find a place in London that they love. It's flexible and malleable to fit any need. The gritty parts of the city are perfect for the more edgy and the posh neighborhoods are perfect for those who like a quiet space in the midst of craziness. It's all protected by that powdery outer layer. Wrapped beautifully in a little wooden box London is just like my cheese...waiting to be cut into and explored. The contents run out waiting for the consumer to enjoy.
So here's to London and Brie and to all those who have let me share a little of my cheese with you...
Cheers,
I love and miss you all.
Taylor
Monday, November 12, 2012
Why Daniel Craig has Nothing on Me
It is with great sorrow that I write this post so late...a week+ overdue. Soon, you will all see why and hopefully you will forgive me. I shall try to make up for it by providing you with some hopefully entertaining (probably won't be) info just to catch you up on what's been happening.
It has been a fabulous two weeks with lots of little bits from home. I was feeling very homesick and stressed out because I had my first paper due and I really needed to vacuum. I don't know if this happens to everyone else but in order for me to get work done, I can't be distracted by a dirty carpet. That's when I got my mission...
Mission 1: I first had to make sure that a civilian group from the US got through London safely. Virginia, Barb, and Vickie brought Vickie's grandson through as the secret service was looking to place him in a school here in the UK. It was great to see them all and show them around the city. As good of a secret agent that I am, I do love to show off this city. It was great to get my first little taste of home.
My next mission was to house two people who were in a little too much trouble with the wrong people. Since I cannot disclose their full names, I will refer to my Bilbao-ean/Australian (we're not really sure) charge as Wadley and to my German/Italian/British? charge as Katie.
Wadley and Katie arrived on Thursday after I had had began the week with great sushi and absolutely no celebration of Halloween (my version of the perfect Halloween)...other than the fact that I got my ears pierced. But it's for the job. I needed some place to store the new microphones and microscopic cameras for my protection mission. Anyway, Roni installed the devices and was fabulous! He talked Margaux and I through the whole thing and made sure that they were perfect. Without Desiree's moral support, I'm pretty sure Margaux and I would have been the worst secret agents ever and freaked each other out...girls...you are the greatest partners a secret agent could ever ask for. You are the Double 0's to my 7. Let's please be assigned to one another forever!
Once my gear was installed and my carpet vacuumed, I finally received Wadley and Katie. I secured their cargo and their healthy selves and we relocated back to my flat. The weekend was fabulous and full of sights, and museums, and markets. Hannah...I mean Katie, met a boy (but shh don't tell Sam) named Big Fat Ben. I think it was love at first sight and his rather large face just pulled her in. Especially the way he lit up in the dark when she walked by. If my spy innards could have emotions they would think that this was sooo cute. We also had tea IN the Tower Bridge. My high security clearance got us IN the bridge...yes IN it. It was fabulous.
I had also walked all of Portebello market with them and helped them find gadgets and presents that would get them back home and help them become readjusted after their crazy adventures. It was successful and that is also when I found out the real reason for protecting Katie and Wadley...Katie is royalty (evidence in her jewels) and Wadley has an impeccable Australian accent.
We finished off the weekend with a trip to see Skyfall. It was a little awkward watching Daniel Craig play the cinema version of me...but I guess if people think my job is just made up in movies then it's better for my cover.
Needless to say, the weekend was a success and after lots of laughs and extremely good times, my mission was done and I saw them safely back to their base locations. The bad guys were taken out by me (yes I can be two places at once) and I will miss them greatly these next few months.
Mission 2:
I had the very special duty to protect one of my very own. On special assignment to the UK, was my father. He some very important business to attend to and information to find before heading back to the US. It was a bit like double dipping as I'm getting paid to show off my new city to someone that I love very much. Dad and I had a blast (while I was protecting him of course/working). We saw the sights and I showed him the government buildings right away. But the weekend is where things really started to get tricky...
We headed down to Portsmouth (southern coast) and got to see the historic harbor. We infiltrated the Royal Navy and got to see Nelson's Victory and as well as some new top of the line destroyers. It was a great trip. I loved Portsmouth. It's a very livable city; quiet and big enough to have variety while also small enough to get around. We had a great dinner at The Dolphin to end out day. Mission completed.
Our final task for the week was St. Paul's. My favorite place in the city and probably the most dangerous in my mission. How to get in...the place is huge and exploits so many opportunities for us to be over taken. Luckily, there was a perfect time to infiltrate their system...organ concert at 16:45. We arrived early so we diverted to St. Bartholomew's which was amazing. It was so old and the stone and dark lighting set the scene for a mid-evil night at church. We got to sit in on a string orchestra's practice. It was really great. We sat and listened to the beautiful music in the perfect setting. If I had spare time in my secret agent career...I would do this all the time.
We finally ended up at St. Paul's and were able to listen to some great organ music under the massive dome that is St. Paul's trademark.
My mission with my dad will soon be complete. He flies out early Wednesday and while I know he's probably about ready, I am not. It's wonderful to be able to share this with him and for all of you that are reading I wish I could do the same for you. I truly do love this city, but I love all of you more. I have learned so much and grown (although not grown out of hating laundry which I did today...no hand washing...be proud people, be proud) so much. I will miss it here and seeing that the 14th will mark one month until the end of school here...the feeling is bitter sweet. I don't want to get too sentimental now, but I will miss it here. I have made some amazing friends and been to some amazing places. I know I will be back to visit and my friendships will carry on when I leave. As much as I love it here, my heart lies at home in the US.
So, until next week and my next mission, if they don't take away my license to kill, here's to making this last month an amazing one!
Cheers,
Taylor
It has been a fabulous two weeks with lots of little bits from home. I was feeling very homesick and stressed out because I had my first paper due and I really needed to vacuum. I don't know if this happens to everyone else but in order for me to get work done, I can't be distracted by a dirty carpet. That's when I got my mission...
Mission 1: I first had to make sure that a civilian group from the US got through London safely. Virginia, Barb, and Vickie brought Vickie's grandson through as the secret service was looking to place him in a school here in the UK. It was great to see them all and show them around the city. As good of a secret agent that I am, I do love to show off this city. It was great to get my first little taste of home.
My next mission was to house two people who were in a little too much trouble with the wrong people. Since I cannot disclose their full names, I will refer to my Bilbao-ean/Australian (we're not really sure) charge as Wadley and to my German/Italian/British? charge as Katie.
Wadley and Katie arrived on Thursday after I had had began the week with great sushi and absolutely no celebration of Halloween (my version of the perfect Halloween)...other than the fact that I got my ears pierced. But it's for the job. I needed some place to store the new microphones and microscopic cameras for my protection mission. Anyway, Roni installed the devices and was fabulous! He talked Margaux and I through the whole thing and made sure that they were perfect. Without Desiree's moral support, I'm pretty sure Margaux and I would have been the worst secret agents ever and freaked each other out...girls...you are the greatest partners a secret agent could ever ask for. You are the Double 0's to my 7. Let's please be assigned to one another forever!
Once my gear was installed and my carpet vacuumed, I finally received Wadley and Katie. I secured their cargo and their healthy selves and we relocated back to my flat. The weekend was fabulous and full of sights, and museums, and markets. Hannah...I mean Katie, met a boy (but shh don't tell Sam) named Big Fat Ben. I think it was love at first sight and his rather large face just pulled her in. Especially the way he lit up in the dark when she walked by. If my spy innards could have emotions they would think that this was sooo cute. We also had tea IN the Tower Bridge. My high security clearance got us IN the bridge...yes IN it. It was fabulous.
I had also walked all of Portebello market with them and helped them find gadgets and presents that would get them back home and help them become readjusted after their crazy adventures. It was successful and that is also when I found out the real reason for protecting Katie and Wadley...Katie is royalty (evidence in her jewels) and Wadley has an impeccable Australian accent.
We finished off the weekend with a trip to see Skyfall. It was a little awkward watching Daniel Craig play the cinema version of me...but I guess if people think my job is just made up in movies then it's better for my cover.
Needless to say, the weekend was a success and after lots of laughs and extremely good times, my mission was done and I saw them safely back to their base locations. The bad guys were taken out by me (yes I can be two places at once) and I will miss them greatly these next few months.
Mission 2:
I had the very special duty to protect one of my very own. On special assignment to the UK, was my father. He some very important business to attend to and information to find before heading back to the US. It was a bit like double dipping as I'm getting paid to show off my new city to someone that I love very much. Dad and I had a blast (while I was protecting him of course/working). We saw the sights and I showed him the government buildings right away. But the weekend is where things really started to get tricky...
We headed down to Portsmouth (southern coast) and got to see the historic harbor. We infiltrated the Royal Navy and got to see Nelson's Victory and as well as some new top of the line destroyers. It was a great trip. I loved Portsmouth. It's a very livable city; quiet and big enough to have variety while also small enough to get around. We had a great dinner at The Dolphin to end out day. Mission completed.
Our final task for the week was St. Paul's. My favorite place in the city and probably the most dangerous in my mission. How to get in...the place is huge and exploits so many opportunities for us to be over taken. Luckily, there was a perfect time to infiltrate their system...organ concert at 16:45. We arrived early so we diverted to St. Bartholomew's which was amazing. It was so old and the stone and dark lighting set the scene for a mid-evil night at church. We got to sit in on a string orchestra's practice. It was really great. We sat and listened to the beautiful music in the perfect setting. If I had spare time in my secret agent career...I would do this all the time.
We finally ended up at St. Paul's and were able to listen to some great organ music under the massive dome that is St. Paul's trademark.
My mission with my dad will soon be complete. He flies out early Wednesday and while I know he's probably about ready, I am not. It's wonderful to be able to share this with him and for all of you that are reading I wish I could do the same for you. I truly do love this city, but I love all of you more. I have learned so much and grown (although not grown out of hating laundry which I did today...no hand washing...be proud people, be proud) so much. I will miss it here and seeing that the 14th will mark one month until the end of school here...the feeling is bitter sweet. I don't want to get too sentimental now, but I will miss it here. I have made some amazing friends and been to some amazing places. I know I will be back to visit and my friendships will carry on when I leave. As much as I love it here, my heart lies at home in the US.
So, until next week and my next mission, if they don't take away my license to kill, here's to making this last month an amazing one!
Cheers,
Taylor
Monday, October 29, 2012
What Kind of Headphones do You Have?
I have taken in upon myself to be as awkward as possible on the Tube; it is such an interesting place. In the mornings, it is very common to have a face smashed into someones armpit or to have a chin jammed into your back but heaven forbid if eye contact is made! Therefore...for those of you who know me...it's the perfect time to make things awkward! A simple smile directly into someones eyes and a friendly, "Good Morning" evokes a response more awkward than any I've ever experienced. Passengers quickly look away with a face filled with confusion and uncomfortable tension. It is a truly beautiful moment.
All that is left to complete my commute is to count the number of Beats headphones being worn and who the awkward person is receiving dirty looks for disturbing the silence broken only by "Stand clear of the closing doors! This train is ready to depart! MIND THE CLOSING DOORS!"
In tribute to those loud, obnoxious yet amazingly awkward headphone wearers...I dedicate this post to relevant and ironic songs that play in my head...
For my wonderful mornings of awkward encounters, I dedicate this beautiful song of complete randomness: Bicycle Race by Queen - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lKwmMjcWfQ
This week, I was able to do something that I have never done before...I went to the ballet. Even for growing up dancing, I have never been to a live show. I have been considering attending since I arrived and since Swan Lake has been showing at the Royal Opera House, I knew I had to see it. On an impulsive moment, I made my way down to Covent Garden early to pick up a same day ticket. The opera house only had 60 of these tickets and I came very close to missing one. However, I bought a standing ticket for only 10 quid (my new favorite term for the pound). The show was amazing. Although I couldn't see the full state from top to bottom, I was so close to the dancers. It was absolutely gorgeous. The moment was one of complete show and gratefulness for the opportunities that I am lucky enough to experience.
It typical 'Taylor' fashion I almost missed the 4th act. In my curiosity I was wondering around the theater and went to look at some of the original costumes on display. Little did I know that the obvious thing to do would be to take my ticket. The door man was kind enough to let me back in after my eyes about popped out of my head in a look of terror. I was able to see the Odette and her Prince reunite.
For my perfect first ballet experience, I dedicate this song of beauty: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4 and also my favorite piece from the ballet itself: the waltz from Act 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lANZUesf3xU
This week also reaffirmed my feeling of happiness at my internship. The people there are fantastic and so great! Heather, a wonderful woman who I wish I knew better is heading to Africa for a six month sabbatical. She will have an amazing time and it was so touching the way the office came together to wish her well! After a cake and bubbly farewell in the kitchen we finished up our work and went to the local pub to send her off. It was a great change to get to know everyone and I cannot believe how lucky I am to be working with such amazing people. I can't wait to continue building these relationships.
To my coworkers who truly inspire me and to the organisation that does great things for great people, I dedicate Big Boss Man by Jimmy Reed http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XklUL-3v9Dc...I sure did find me a good Big Boss Man.
I was able to spend the end of the week with the wonderful Angela Ianniello. It was great to see her and to catch up on all things wonderful, bland, and fabulous. We had a great time in Camden Town and back at the flower market. I cannot wait for her to be back in a few weeks and to bring that crazy cat Lady Cat-alie with her! KITTEN!!!!
I have so many visitors that I will be reunited with soon! I am also so excited to welcome TJ and miss Hannah from Montana next week! I am selfishly keeping them to squeeze all the information on their take over of their host countries (they're so wonderful how could they not take over!?) It's bound to be an amazing time! My old man is also coming in a few weeks! This is literally making my ears twitch because I am so excited. All those years of talking about this history and he finally gets to see it! I am honored and so proud that I can be the one to experience this with him.
As the second half of this journey begins, I become that much closer to seeing the rest of you from home! I am so excited to see you all and to be able to share London with you. But to be honest, I know that the real reason you are coming is to see MEEEE! Honestly, it's a little creepy, but I suppose I cannot deny you the life altering benefits that a glimpse of me will add to your life. To you travel hungry and Taylor obsessed crazies...I dedicate Mariah Carey's Obsessed http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1Yt0xJKDY8
Sunday was Alexa's birthday. Believe me, there is nothing more that makes me more proud, emotional, annoyed, homesick, and utterly giddy about my little sister turning 18. It makes an older sister just want to roll her eyes for the heck of it...don't ask how my mom feels about it :) But in all honesty, I am so proud of her. She is going to be start an amazing stage in her life and I can't wait for the belated celebration that will be coming soon on my return. Those of you that know my sister will already know this, and for those of you that don't...you will appreciate this anyway:
She rocks
She rolls
She's got polish on her toes
But when the day is done
She can be a lot of fun
I love her oh so much
Even when she throws a punch
She can't really hit that hard
But I'm good at playing the victim card ;)
This poem's not that good
But I hope you understood
That my sister is the best
Much better than all the rest.
To my sister that I love so so so soooo much! I dedicate Sisters by the Hanes Sisters http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTef_onLNnw
I will end this extended post with saying that Winter has hit. This past weekend was freezing! I heard that the time has come when Londoners stop checking the weather and just assume that it is going to be terrible. It is time to whip out the scarves (oh wait...I wear those even when it's not cold!) and to accept the fact that I will probably not feel my nose or toes for the rest of my trip. However, Oxford Street has strung its Christmas lights and that yearly buzz of excitement and jolly anticipation has begun. The only thing left to do is suffer through Halloween and avoid all associations with that stupid day.
I would like to end with my favorite song. To winter, my favorite season for songs, and the person who loves all music of this time as much as I do, I dedicate Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOMmSbxB_Sg
Cheers!
PS. If anyone is bored or interested in what else is on my YouTube playlist this week:
1. Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY
2. Crying on a Suitcase by Casey James http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMO9tdrcoyQ
3. The Parting Glass by The Wailin' Jennys http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4egb2gpIg4
4. Two Out of Three Aint Bad by Meatloaf http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8JA9Qs2Mho
5. Psycho Killer by Talking Heads http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ6fjGS1lRg
6. Hard to Love by Lee Brice http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0liNLHmvKY
All that is left to complete my commute is to count the number of Beats headphones being worn and who the awkward person is receiving dirty looks for disturbing the silence broken only by "Stand clear of the closing doors! This train is ready to depart! MIND THE CLOSING DOORS!"
In tribute to those loud, obnoxious yet amazingly awkward headphone wearers...I dedicate this post to relevant and ironic songs that play in my head...
For my wonderful mornings of awkward encounters, I dedicate this beautiful song of complete randomness: Bicycle Race by Queen - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lKwmMjcWfQ
This week, I was able to do something that I have never done before...I went to the ballet. Even for growing up dancing, I have never been to a live show. I have been considering attending since I arrived and since Swan Lake has been showing at the Royal Opera House, I knew I had to see it. On an impulsive moment, I made my way down to Covent Garden early to pick up a same day ticket. The opera house only had 60 of these tickets and I came very close to missing one. However, I bought a standing ticket for only 10 quid (my new favorite term for the pound). The show was amazing. Although I couldn't see the full state from top to bottom, I was so close to the dancers. It was absolutely gorgeous. The moment was one of complete show and gratefulness for the opportunities that I am lucky enough to experience.
It typical 'Taylor' fashion I almost missed the 4th act. In my curiosity I was wondering around the theater and went to look at some of the original costumes on display. Little did I know that the obvious thing to do would be to take my ticket. The door man was kind enough to let me back in after my eyes about popped out of my head in a look of terror. I was able to see the Odette and her Prince reunite.
For my perfect first ballet experience, I dedicate this song of beauty: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4 and also my favorite piece from the ballet itself: the waltz from Act 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lANZUesf3xU
This week also reaffirmed my feeling of happiness at my internship. The people there are fantastic and so great! Heather, a wonderful woman who I wish I knew better is heading to Africa for a six month sabbatical. She will have an amazing time and it was so touching the way the office came together to wish her well! After a cake and bubbly farewell in the kitchen we finished up our work and went to the local pub to send her off. It was a great change to get to know everyone and I cannot believe how lucky I am to be working with such amazing people. I can't wait to continue building these relationships.
To my coworkers who truly inspire me and to the organisation that does great things for great people, I dedicate Big Boss Man by Jimmy Reed http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XklUL-3v9Dc...I sure did find me a good Big Boss Man.
I was able to spend the end of the week with the wonderful Angela Ianniello. It was great to see her and to catch up on all things wonderful, bland, and fabulous. We had a great time in Camden Town and back at the flower market. I cannot wait for her to be back in a few weeks and to bring that crazy cat Lady Cat-alie with her! KITTEN!!!!
I have so many visitors that I will be reunited with soon! I am also so excited to welcome TJ and miss Hannah from Montana next week! I am selfishly keeping them to squeeze all the information on their take over of their host countries (they're so wonderful how could they not take over!?) It's bound to be an amazing time! My old man is also coming in a few weeks! This is literally making my ears twitch because I am so excited. All those years of talking about this history and he finally gets to see it! I am honored and so proud that I can be the one to experience this with him.
As the second half of this journey begins, I become that much closer to seeing the rest of you from home! I am so excited to see you all and to be able to share London with you. But to be honest, I know that the real reason you are coming is to see MEEEE! Honestly, it's a little creepy, but I suppose I cannot deny you the life altering benefits that a glimpse of me will add to your life. To you travel hungry and Taylor obsessed crazies...I dedicate Mariah Carey's Obsessed http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1Yt0xJKDY8
Sunday was Alexa's birthday. Believe me, there is nothing more that makes me more proud, emotional, annoyed, homesick, and utterly giddy about my little sister turning 18. It makes an older sister just want to roll her eyes for the heck of it...don't ask how my mom feels about it :) But in all honesty, I am so proud of her. She is going to be start an amazing stage in her life and I can't wait for the belated celebration that will be coming soon on my return. Those of you that know my sister will already know this, and for those of you that don't...you will appreciate this anyway:
She rocks
She rolls
She's got polish on her toes
But when the day is done
She can be a lot of fun
I love her oh so much
Even when she throws a punch
She can't really hit that hard
But I'm good at playing the victim card ;)
This poem's not that good
But I hope you understood
That my sister is the best
Much better than all the rest.
To my sister that I love so so so soooo much! I dedicate Sisters by the Hanes Sisters http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTef_onLNnw
I will end this extended post with saying that Winter has hit. This past weekend was freezing! I heard that the time has come when Londoners stop checking the weather and just assume that it is going to be terrible. It is time to whip out the scarves (oh wait...I wear those even when it's not cold!) and to accept the fact that I will probably not feel my nose or toes for the rest of my trip. However, Oxford Street has strung its Christmas lights and that yearly buzz of excitement and jolly anticipation has begun. The only thing left to do is suffer through Halloween and avoid all associations with that stupid day.
I would like to end with my favorite song. To winter, my favorite season for songs, and the person who loves all music of this time as much as I do, I dedicate Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOMmSbxB_Sg
Cheers!
PS. If anyone is bored or interested in what else is on my YouTube playlist this week:
1. Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY
2. Crying on a Suitcase by Casey James http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMO9tdrcoyQ
3. The Parting Glass by The Wailin' Jennys http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4egb2gpIg4
4. Two Out of Three Aint Bad by Meatloaf http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8JA9Qs2Mho
5. Psycho Killer by Talking Heads http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ6fjGS1lRg
6. Hard to Love by Lee Brice http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0liNLHmvKY
Sunday, October 21, 2012
When I Make it to the Real Life, Grown-Up World...
1. I will never write an academic paper again!
2. I will have a fireplace.
- I love learning and I thoroughly enjoy school. I think that it helps me become a better person every day and I am able to contribute a little more to the world because of it. I am taking an Urban Tourism class where we have been learning about regeneration policies and how different kinds of tourism impacts a neighborhood. It is fabulous. I am learning so much. I am also taking an Art and Society class where we discover different masterpieces around London and talk about how they fit into society at the time. Again, this class is great and I am learning so much about the city that I live in. I am also taking a foreign policy class that is interesting and a little difficult to follow, but it is interesting to hear perspectives from around the world
- I really enjoy class, but the sitting and writing papers and essays just takes up too much darn time! I know that it's just a part of it and I will be fine. But I would much rather get home and read an entertaining book that doesn't make me think to hard or at least doesn't have an authority figure who requires an essay after I've read it.
2. I will have a fireplace.
- In which I will sit in front and read the previously mentioned book.
3. I will work at a place with an espresso machine.
- I am only slightly embarrassed to say that I look forward to work every Wednesday, primarily because I get to make a late using the AWESOME coffee maker. My boss Richard and the IT mastermind Bruno have been my unsuspecting coffee mentors. They don't know it...but I spy on them when they're in the kitchen. I probably shouldn't admit that, but I think it's worth mentioning that my barista skills have improved greatly.
- Work overall is great. I am earning more responsibilities and Directory of Social Change has been hosting some great conferences! The people are what make this place extraordinary! They are all great, caring people who really make the environment in the office comfortable and they are motivated by their jobs to make the business work in the most efficient and productive way possible. I am truly very grateful for all they have done for me and I look forward to the next half of my time there.
- Employees in the UK receive six weeks of paid vacation (or holiday as it is called here) a year. While, I think that is quite a lot and would probably never be able to take off that much work, it is the attitude that they have towards these holidays that I want to take with me. Holiday is a time for family and for seeing the world. The English travel around Europe and find their favorite places that they hope to pass down to their children. They also don't always go back to the same 'favorite'. Traveling around and discovering new places is something I've always wanted to do and I want to continue doing as I grow older. This rejuvenation and time for relaxation is something that I have to remind myself is important. While I want a very successful career and professional life, it's important to put that success to use by taking myself and my family on holiday. Beach time, anyone?
5. My guest bedroom will be the best of them all.
- 'Tis the season of guests! I had the honor to be visited by Anne and Emily 2 of my girls from home. It was amazing to see them and to be able to add two editions to our pack! I know that someday all my friends will be scattered all over the world. When they come to see me from all over the US, France, Switzerland, South America, and maybe even space ;)...then my guest room will be ready to entertain them and their families. There will be cute antiques and a comfy bed and enough pillows for an army! I love having guests and I look forward to all those who are coming soon; My dad, Angela, Natalie, and TJ. And even those who live here and just walk down the sidewalk or jump on the tube to come visit. One day, I'll host you all in style!
6. I'll prove to my sister that I can actually cook.
- I am a very good cook...no matter what my sister tells you. We all know there was a dish that I royally screwed up on...but no one can remember so it can't be that important. While I've been here, I have cooked some pretty good stuff. Broiled salmon with a honey, mustard and herb glaze along with some very good friend chicken and beef and broccoli are just a few! When I have my own kitchen and the means to stock my shelves...watch out Lex! I'll be better than you ;) I'm already a better baker...but bring it on!
7. I will have a spot.
- I haven't visited enough places in London yet to have a spot. I go to the same coffee shop once a week but other than that, I don't go out to the same place and I don't eat at the same place. But someday when I am a local somewhere, I will. I was able to go to some great places this week, including London Oktoberfest. Some of the Westminster girls went to the Bavarian Bierhaus for a beer last week. It was a lot of fun and although it wasn't Munich (it was also a Wednesday) we had us an eyeful of dirndles. I'll have to look into the purchase sometime...
- Anyway, on the way home I realized how great a spot can be. The Bierhaus isn't for a weekly visit, but having good conversation over a drink was a great way to break up tedious class and work. On the way back I was welcomed home to the first floor with laughter and delicious smells leaking out of the window. I walked in to say hello and found about 30 people all hanging out in the kitchen! I saw some friends and met some new ones and the room had such a great buzz of energy! After a late dinner of steak and risotto cooked by an amazingly humble neighbor...I realized that maybe that spot is closer and more 'at home' than you think.
8. I'll come back to London.
- I would like to come back here as an adult, if not sooner. This place already holds a special place in my heart and as I grow and mature and even change, I want to come back and see how the city has matured and grown and changed. I want to come back to these neighborhoods and see if they still feel the same. When Anne was here she made the comment that the streets look fake. It's kind of true. Some buildings just look like they have a mass produced front to look old. I think that is my US perception where there are no really old buildings. Old is relative and compared to Europe...US buildings are not old. Also, I went to Camden Market again this weekend (it's the huge one that I went to first) and I saw so many things that I missed the first time. I could keep revisiting places only to find new things every day! I want to come back and someday, I will.
Cheers!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Why I Should Have Been Born a Hobbit
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."
It had a perfectly normal door, with white paint and a doorknob on the right hand side. The door opened to a quaint little room, with a small desk and dresser and a simple yet comfy bed. In this room lived a girl. A girl who loved books, walks, and campfires. A girl who loves visitors and food. A girl who is awed by the simple things...the comfortable things...and the unexpected. This girl should have been born a hobbit.
If I were a hobbit I would have had to been born after Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I would have gotten much too frustrated with the unadventurous folk that lived near. All of these adventures that I've have really made me realize how boring of a story my life would make. *Family...don't take that the wrong way just keep reading and all will be explained.* It's true though. Bilbo fought a dragon, Frodo lost a finger, Gandalf had really good eagle friends, and Faramir could melt any girl's heart. I, on the other hand, get really excited by good chocolate and walking.
So let me apologize to those of you with limited Lord of the Ring experience...these following references mean nothing...just ignore them and read about what actually happened if you're interested.
This week went by crazy fast and I have not had much time to do anything but await today. My one month anniversary of living in London. Wow. It has flown by so far. You wonder how Tolkien fit all of those years into a few books. I've basically written a few books and it's only been a month! Imagine if I was walking to Mordor! You all would have to read these posts for decades! I digress.
I have been here a month and the novelty is not necessarily wearing off, but I'm used to being awed at completely random times. As I was walking home last night with some friends from DU (Evan and Kyle were visiting) we passed a gorgeous building; Somerset House. It is a huge cultural and art center located in London that looked like a palace that some old woman had talked her husband into commissioning. It was lit up and glowing in the dark and absolutely breathtaking.
"This is why I love this city," I told the boys. "This crap happens to me all of the time."
It's not crap, but the basic sentiment is true. This city surprises me every day. I love it here. From the simple things; like eating a dinner of creamed mushrooms, rice, and an amazing salad at Margaux's to my favorite breakfast of buttered toast and tea it's the simple things that make me sigh with content*. I also found a great coffee shop near one of the campuses that I sit at and finish my reading for class. The guys making coffee are fabulous. They're attractive and attentive, and I hear on a good day they fill a giant bowl with numbers that they get...hey whatever brings in business. I bet they fill that bowl on a slow day! Anyway, it's the routine that makes me feel like I fit in here. Seeing the same faces and smelling and tasting the same things makes me feel like I actually live here. It's very comforting.
I do miss home. I miss all the people at home. Today, I was able to talk with my family and friends from the Shire; Mom, Dad, and Lex. Along with the besties Ashley and Brittany along with the one and only Marisa. Katie and I had a fabulous Chipotle dinner on Tuesday to talk about everything to comfort our homesickness. Not only that but my Fellowship (Babes Abroad) how the heck do we have the conversations we do. I also have a great family here. Westminster girls...you rock. I am so lucky to have such a great support system both at home and here abroad in what I will now call Gondor. Thank you all!
A month sounds so long, yet it's really not. My girls here have really made this place home. We went to a chocolate festival yesterday. Yes, I released my inner Peregrin Took and made myself sick on chocolate samples and truffle making. It was glorious! It's no wonder that hobbits eat all day long. They should! Why miss out on anything and only by having that many meals in one day will I be able to eat all the chocolate present in that one room on that one day. Send me to Valinor and call me an elf!
I'm pretty sure my office can be dubbed a part of Middle Earth. I love it. The people are fantastic and I am learning so much. It's an amazing opportunity to work within this country as well as study. It is also a very humbling experience to learn from such amazing people who are teaching me the ropes and giving me as many opportunities as I ask for. Thank you Directory of Social Change!
Since I cannot stay on one train of thought for very long, I return to the main topic of this post; Why I should have been a hobbit. I love food; markets, Monday night dinners with Margaux and Desiree are a highlight of my week, and my craving for beer is easily fulfilled here where I think Meriadoc Brandybuck would be proud. I love adventure; walking this city has made me wish I didn't need to wear shoes as my trainers have holes in them. I love my place here in this city; my room is nothing special but what it represents is huge. I am just one person in this big old city. I live my life and the percentage of people who notice me is very small. I am okay with that. The comfort I have started to get from this city means more to me than any experience I have had so far. I live here. I work here. I am a part of this community and I have excelled at it. I belong here just as much as anyone else and I could be very successful here. It is comforting to know that I can live anywhere. I have proved that to myself. No, London is not Antarctica, but it is different than anything I have every experienced. I have navigated the culture, the people, and the "system" and I truly believe that I can conquer anything. I am looking forward to the next two months and hope they are filled with as much fun, laughter, and cider as this month has been.
Cheers!
*Yes Ms. Parker, everything listed here is food but there's more I promise!
It had a perfectly normal door, with white paint and a doorknob on the right hand side. The door opened to a quaint little room, with a small desk and dresser and a simple yet comfy bed. In this room lived a girl. A girl who loved books, walks, and campfires. A girl who loves visitors and food. A girl who is awed by the simple things...the comfortable things...and the unexpected. This girl should have been born a hobbit.
If I were a hobbit I would have had to been born after Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I would have gotten much too frustrated with the unadventurous folk that lived near. All of these adventures that I've have really made me realize how boring of a story my life would make. *Family...don't take that the wrong way just keep reading and all will be explained.* It's true though. Bilbo fought a dragon, Frodo lost a finger, Gandalf had really good eagle friends, and Faramir could melt any girl's heart. I, on the other hand, get really excited by good chocolate and walking.
So let me apologize to those of you with limited Lord of the Ring experience...these following references mean nothing...just ignore them and read about what actually happened if you're interested.
This week went by crazy fast and I have not had much time to do anything but await today. My one month anniversary of living in London. Wow. It has flown by so far. You wonder how Tolkien fit all of those years into a few books. I've basically written a few books and it's only been a month! Imagine if I was walking to Mordor! You all would have to read these posts for decades! I digress.
I have been here a month and the novelty is not necessarily wearing off, but I'm used to being awed at completely random times. As I was walking home last night with some friends from DU (Evan and Kyle were visiting) we passed a gorgeous building; Somerset House. It is a huge cultural and art center located in London that looked like a palace that some old woman had talked her husband into commissioning. It was lit up and glowing in the dark and absolutely breathtaking.
"This is why I love this city," I told the boys. "This crap happens to me all of the time."
It's not crap, but the basic sentiment is true. This city surprises me every day. I love it here. From the simple things; like eating a dinner of creamed mushrooms, rice, and an amazing salad at Margaux's to my favorite breakfast of buttered toast and tea it's the simple things that make me sigh with content*. I also found a great coffee shop near one of the campuses that I sit at and finish my reading for class. The guys making coffee are fabulous. They're attractive and attentive, and I hear on a good day they fill a giant bowl with numbers that they get...hey whatever brings in business. I bet they fill that bowl on a slow day! Anyway, it's the routine that makes me feel like I fit in here. Seeing the same faces and smelling and tasting the same things makes me feel like I actually live here. It's very comforting.
I do miss home. I miss all the people at home. Today, I was able to talk with my family and friends from the Shire; Mom, Dad, and Lex. Along with the besties Ashley and Brittany along with the one and only Marisa. Katie and I had a fabulous Chipotle dinner on Tuesday to talk about everything to comfort our homesickness. Not only that but my Fellowship (Babes Abroad) how the heck do we have the conversations we do. I also have a great family here. Westminster girls...you rock. I am so lucky to have such a great support system both at home and here abroad in what I will now call Gondor. Thank you all!
A month sounds so long, yet it's really not. My girls here have really made this place home. We went to a chocolate festival yesterday. Yes, I released my inner Peregrin Took and made myself sick on chocolate samples and truffle making. It was glorious! It's no wonder that hobbits eat all day long. They should! Why miss out on anything and only by having that many meals in one day will I be able to eat all the chocolate present in that one room on that one day. Send me to Valinor and call me an elf!
I'm pretty sure my office can be dubbed a part of Middle Earth. I love it. The people are fantastic and I am learning so much. It's an amazing opportunity to work within this country as well as study. It is also a very humbling experience to learn from such amazing people who are teaching me the ropes and giving me as many opportunities as I ask for. Thank you Directory of Social Change!
Since I cannot stay on one train of thought for very long, I return to the main topic of this post; Why I should have been a hobbit. I love food; markets, Monday night dinners with Margaux and Desiree are a highlight of my week, and my craving for beer is easily fulfilled here where I think Meriadoc Brandybuck would be proud. I love adventure; walking this city has made me wish I didn't need to wear shoes as my trainers have holes in them. I love my place here in this city; my room is nothing special but what it represents is huge. I am just one person in this big old city. I live my life and the percentage of people who notice me is very small. I am okay with that. The comfort I have started to get from this city means more to me than any experience I have had so far. I live here. I work here. I am a part of this community and I have excelled at it. I belong here just as much as anyone else and I could be very successful here. It is comforting to know that I can live anywhere. I have proved that to myself. No, London is not Antarctica, but it is different than anything I have every experienced. I have navigated the culture, the people, and the "system" and I truly believe that I can conquer anything. I am looking forward to the next two months and hope they are filled with as much fun, laughter, and cider as this month has been.
Cheers!
Getting ready to make truffles at the chocolate festival! Photo is from Youka!
One of the many holes in my trainers...
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Why it is Essential to Always Have a Plan...and Why Those Plans are Absolutely Worthless
I have always had mixed feelings toward plans. I have experienced efficient planning that leads to successful events with my mom, and I have also flown by the seat of my pants with my friends for years. All of these experiences have almost always been successful and not to mention a great time. So...I have never really known where I fall; am I a planner, or am I not?
London has not solved this quandary. When I am in unfamiliar territory with places to be on a deadline, planning is a must. Also, living in east London, when the Tube closes at midnight and where the night bus takes ages to get anywhere, requires at least some general guideline in order to avoid paying for a taxi. I've been planning. I've also seen those plans go up in flames at the precise moment that they're meant to guide me to success (preferably on a yacht, in a Formula 1 race car, or atop angels wings on very special occasions) ...
I've planned for fun:
Every Monday, Desiree, Margaux and I meet for dinner. It's great! Good company and good food is an amazing way to start off the week. Unfortunately, my week started off a little crazier than that. I need a trench coat. So, I took myself down to the Burberry Factory Store; 50-70% off...chyeaaahh! As expected it was still a little out of my price range but still outrageously fun to walk around and touch things.I had a backup plan! It was time to head downstairs to wash some clothes...
4 POUNDS FOR ONE LOAD IN A WASHING MACHINE THAT ONLY HOLDS 3 PANT LEGS!!! There was no way that I was going to or ever will pay that. Washing 1.5 pairs of pants for 4 pounds (not including the drying) was definitely not happening. Hello sink...
I spent the rest of the morning before class washing the necessities by hand in my cute little sink. I'm becoming very primitively domestic. Ahh such skills I will have! Now I plan my outfit two days in advance so I can wash and it has time to dry...jeans take two days. Tragically, so falls another plan into the burning pit of failure and bare legs cringe at the prospect of goosebumps sure to appear under damp jeans.
I've planned for academia:
Classes here are much different than at home. There are primary and secondary reading lists and it's sort of a guessing game which books will do the most good. I finally sat down to research which books I needed to purchase and which books I was able to check out from the library. It was simple really, I requested the necessary books from the library to pick up at the Regent Street campus and made sure the books I needed to buy at the bookstore were in stock. I planned to leave for class early the next morning to pick them all up.
What should have only taken an hour turned into three consecutive days of 1.5-2 hours/day of walking to find these books. The University has campuses all over; some within walking distance of each other and some not. I walked and searched, sometimes not finding the right building or finding the store to be closed, and even discovering my books were not ready for pick up. I still do not have my library books. Ugh. To make matters worse, there are so many people and so many tourists in the city that nobody walks on the correct side of the sidewalk and major pedestrian congestion is chronic. They drive on the left! So walk on the left for cripes sake! The good news is, all of this walking is really helping me stay in shape...
I plan for exercise...kind of:
I have done my best to stay in shape while I am here. As I've said before, London is a walking city and I take advantage of that while also using the stairs...all the time. But, I thought it was time for a little more structure so I went to Argos (the local everything-you-need-to-survive store). It was raining that night. I love rain. I planned my short journey that would only take me twenty minutes to walk to in the rain. I thought it would be relaxing and refreshing. False. After a little detour and an hour later I finally found it. Only to my utter confusion, I only found catalog kiosks in this tiny little store. I tried to look up some dumbbells and my frustration made it nearly impossible for me to hold in my screech of anger, so I quickly left empty handed and walked back...(which by the way was only 20 minutes when you take the right streets). I still ended up walking about twice as long as planned, which is a common occurrence.
Note: I ended up figuring out the system the next day when it was light outside, not raining, and I had a good night's sleep. Dumbbells and workouts have been in place ever since.
I plan to 'Oxford':
I had a wonderful Saturday in Oxford with Desiree and Margaux. We had planned everything. Desiree and I left early so that we could get to Paddington station with enough extra time to get our tickets. You see the think about London's public transportation is that they like to do maintenance on the weekend. The direct lines to Paddington were closed. After rushing and waiting for the late bus, with frantic calls to Margaux who was trying to get tickets but couldn't because we needed the booking card...we made it with just enough time. But not to fear! I had the rest of the day planned thanks to my handy dandy England guidebook! A trip to Oxford University, walking down high street, and a meal at the Eagle and Child is what we wanted. Turns out (after much walking and staring at numerous maps) Oxford University is made up of lots of different colleges and not really open to the public for free. Campuses are scattered around the city and there is not a main building to attach to the touristy "I came to visit Oxford" photo.
For lunch, I wanted to visit the Eagle and Child, a cozy little pub that Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and other brilliant folk used to frequent in order to talk and write their books. Also, with the commanding encouragement of Joshua Brewer I knew that I needed to snap a photo or two. We walked in, ready for some heavy English pub food and feeling good about the cute little setting. When the girls walked to the bar to order, they were told we had to wait forty minutes while the new food shipment was unloaded. Okay...no thank you! It's 14:00 and we're starving! We left. We found greener pastures however, at a cute little French restaurant that probably gave me the best meal for the best price that I have had since I arrived in the UK. Margaux graciously informed me that of course it was the best...it's French.
The day was really very wonderful. It was great to get out of London for a little bit and being with great friends is always an occasion to have a great time. We walked around the University Park and watched some rugby. It was a fun casual way to laugh and get our fill of boys in little shorts doing manly sport. Unfortunately, none of them were the eye-candy type, but the idea was still a good one. We walked around Magdalene University and snapped lots of photos while discussing where our lives will be in a few years. It seemed a rather fitting topic of conversation to be had in a place that is built around knowledge.
I plan to play it by ear:
Even though it's hard for my plans to come out exactly how they were planned, there are some days where I don't plan. After a quick lunch with a friend I had a about an hour to kill before class. I needed some notebooks and I ended up at PoundLand in Kilburn. Not the greatest neighborhood but I always enjoy discovering new areas that I have never been too. I got a great deal on notebooks and my love for PoundLand grows every day.
I also was able to visit St. Paul's Cathedral with my Art and Society class. It's beautiful and grand to say the least. You'll have to look at photos from Google at the inside because I couldn't take pictures. It took my breath away, and a trip to the top of the dome gave me the best view of the city I have seen so far. It's gorgeous. I plan to go there for Sunday service next week. I went to Wesley's Chapel this week with is also amazing on a much smaller scale.
Fun fact: Not familiar with St. Pauls? YOU'RE WRONG! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHrRxQVUFN4
I ended the week celebrating Andrea's birthday. With a visit to Greenwich and the Meridian we spent a wonderful Sunday discovering new sights and as always...spending it in good company.
I'd like to end this post with a shout out to the wonderful people of DU. Congratulations on hosting the first Presidential Debate. From what I saw and heard, the event was amazing and the University was playing it's best hand right at the perfect time. Congratulations to those in charge (Sam, Parker, Stuart, Ariel, Gergana, and whoever else I'm missing from this) you all pulled out a no hitter. And congratulations to Vince Szilagyi for being brilliant and basically branding himself a bad ass for the time being and until probably forever. I wish I could have been there with you. I'm so proud!
So, am I a planner? I'm not so sure. My genetics will probably always insist that I plan, but I have found that it's more appropriate to consider those plans a rough outline and always accept peer editing.
Until next week,
Cheers.
London has not solved this quandary. When I am in unfamiliar territory with places to be on a deadline, planning is a must. Also, living in east London, when the Tube closes at midnight and where the night bus takes ages to get anywhere, requires at least some general guideline in order to avoid paying for a taxi. I've been planning. I've also seen those plans go up in flames at the precise moment that they're meant to guide me to success (preferably on a yacht, in a Formula 1 race car, or atop angels wings on very special occasions) ...
I've planned for fun:
Every Monday, Desiree, Margaux and I meet for dinner. It's great! Good company and good food is an amazing way to start off the week. Unfortunately, my week started off a little crazier than that. I need a trench coat. So, I took myself down to the Burberry Factory Store; 50-70% off...chyeaaahh! As expected it was still a little out of my price range but still outrageously fun to walk around and touch things.I had a backup plan! It was time to head downstairs to wash some clothes...
4 POUNDS FOR ONE LOAD IN A WASHING MACHINE THAT ONLY HOLDS 3 PANT LEGS!!! There was no way that I was going to or ever will pay that. Washing 1.5 pairs of pants for 4 pounds (not including the drying) was definitely not happening. Hello sink...
I spent the rest of the morning before class washing the necessities by hand in my cute little sink. I'm becoming very primitively domestic. Ahh such skills I will have! Now I plan my outfit two days in advance so I can wash and it has time to dry...jeans take two days. Tragically, so falls another plan into the burning pit of failure and bare legs cringe at the prospect of goosebumps sure to appear under damp jeans.
I've planned for academia:
Classes here are much different than at home. There are primary and secondary reading lists and it's sort of a guessing game which books will do the most good. I finally sat down to research which books I needed to purchase and which books I was able to check out from the library. It was simple really, I requested the necessary books from the library to pick up at the Regent Street campus and made sure the books I needed to buy at the bookstore were in stock. I planned to leave for class early the next morning to pick them all up.
What should have only taken an hour turned into three consecutive days of 1.5-2 hours/day of walking to find these books. The University has campuses all over; some within walking distance of each other and some not. I walked and searched, sometimes not finding the right building or finding the store to be closed, and even discovering my books were not ready for pick up. I still do not have my library books. Ugh. To make matters worse, there are so many people and so many tourists in the city that nobody walks on the correct side of the sidewalk and major pedestrian congestion is chronic. They drive on the left! So walk on the left for cripes sake! The good news is, all of this walking is really helping me stay in shape...
I plan for exercise...kind of:
I have done my best to stay in shape while I am here. As I've said before, London is a walking city and I take advantage of that while also using the stairs...all the time. But, I thought it was time for a little more structure so I went to Argos (the local everything-you-need-to-survive store). It was raining that night. I love rain. I planned my short journey that would only take me twenty minutes to walk to in the rain. I thought it would be relaxing and refreshing. False. After a little detour and an hour later I finally found it. Only to my utter confusion, I only found catalog kiosks in this tiny little store. I tried to look up some dumbbells and my frustration made it nearly impossible for me to hold in my screech of anger, so I quickly left empty handed and walked back...(which by the way was only 20 minutes when you take the right streets). I still ended up walking about twice as long as planned, which is a common occurrence.
Note: I ended up figuring out the system the next day when it was light outside, not raining, and I had a good night's sleep. Dumbbells and workouts have been in place ever since.
I plan to 'Oxford':
I had a wonderful Saturday in Oxford with Desiree and Margaux. We had planned everything. Desiree and I left early so that we could get to Paddington station with enough extra time to get our tickets. You see the think about London's public transportation is that they like to do maintenance on the weekend. The direct lines to Paddington were closed. After rushing and waiting for the late bus, with frantic calls to Margaux who was trying to get tickets but couldn't because we needed the booking card...we made it with just enough time. But not to fear! I had the rest of the day planned thanks to my handy dandy England guidebook! A trip to Oxford University, walking down high street, and a meal at the Eagle and Child is what we wanted. Turns out (after much walking and staring at numerous maps) Oxford University is made up of lots of different colleges and not really open to the public for free. Campuses are scattered around the city and there is not a main building to attach to the touristy "I came to visit Oxford" photo.
For lunch, I wanted to visit the Eagle and Child, a cozy little pub that Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and other brilliant folk used to frequent in order to talk and write their books. Also, with the commanding encouragement of Joshua Brewer I knew that I needed to snap a photo or two. We walked in, ready for some heavy English pub food and feeling good about the cute little setting. When the girls walked to the bar to order, they were told we had to wait forty minutes while the new food shipment was unloaded. Okay...no thank you! It's 14:00 and we're starving! We left. We found greener pastures however, at a cute little French restaurant that probably gave me the best meal for the best price that I have had since I arrived in the UK. Margaux graciously informed me that of course it was the best...it's French.
The day was really very wonderful. It was great to get out of London for a little bit and being with great friends is always an occasion to have a great time. We walked around the University Park and watched some rugby. It was a fun casual way to laugh and get our fill of boys in little shorts doing manly sport. Unfortunately, none of them were the eye-candy type, but the idea was still a good one. We walked around Magdalene University and snapped lots of photos while discussing where our lives will be in a few years. It seemed a rather fitting topic of conversation to be had in a place that is built around knowledge.
I plan to play it by ear:
Even though it's hard for my plans to come out exactly how they were planned, there are some days where I don't plan. After a quick lunch with a friend I had a about an hour to kill before class. I needed some notebooks and I ended up at PoundLand in Kilburn. Not the greatest neighborhood but I always enjoy discovering new areas that I have never been too. I got a great deal on notebooks and my love for PoundLand grows every day.
I also was able to visit St. Paul's Cathedral with my Art and Society class. It's beautiful and grand to say the least. You'll have to look at photos from Google at the inside because I couldn't take pictures. It took my breath away, and a trip to the top of the dome gave me the best view of the city I have seen so far. It's gorgeous. I plan to go there for Sunday service next week. I went to Wesley's Chapel this week with is also amazing on a much smaller scale.
Fun fact: Not familiar with St. Pauls? YOU'RE WRONG! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHrRxQVUFN4
I ended the week celebrating Andrea's birthday. With a visit to Greenwich and the Meridian we spent a wonderful Sunday discovering new sights and as always...spending it in good company.
I'd like to end this post with a shout out to the wonderful people of DU. Congratulations on hosting the first Presidential Debate. From what I saw and heard, the event was amazing and the University was playing it's best hand right at the perfect time. Congratulations to those in charge (Sam, Parker, Stuart, Ariel, Gergana, and whoever else I'm missing from this) you all pulled out a no hitter. And congratulations to Vince Szilagyi for being brilliant and basically branding himself a bad ass for the time being and until probably forever. I wish I could have been there with you. I'm so proud!
So, am I a planner? I'm not so sure. My genetics will probably always insist that I plan, but I have found that it's more appropriate to consider those plans a rough outline and always accept peer editing.
Until next week,
Cheers.
Margaux and Desiree at Oxford
Game at a local market
Cows! I'm home!
Magdalene College (aka part of Oxford University)
A lawn Vince would be proud of
View from High Street of another Oxford campus
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Hyggeligt, Chuchichäschtli, and Other Words I Use to Describe my Life
This past week marks the beginning of it all...it was my first week of classes and I'm officially...well...official I suppose. Because this week was so packed, the easiest way I can describe it is through a collection of words:
Hyggeligt: This is the Danish word for cozy (AND IT CAN BE A VERB! Yes my friends...you can hyggel!!). However, it's not a direct translation...it's better. It is used to describe the feeling you get when you're cozy. For me, this word describes Margaux, Desiree, and my Monday night dinners. It's just us (and anyone else who walks in our community kitchens) with a home-cooked meal and good conversation. This is also the feeling I get when I'm out at a pub with all of my good girlfriends...and Massimo of course!
It's the feeling I get when the amazing Lauren Rice comes to town for a visit and the DU crew all sit and talk about our good ol' home Uni and the wonderful place that we all come from. But mostly it's just when I'm with my friends. They have been amazing and able to turn any environment that we go to into a great memory and even better time. Thank you girls!!
Chuchichäschtli: This is the Swiss-German word for kitchen cabinets. I cannot pronounce either of these words by the way. I'm getting close with the first but this one...it's just chaos. So, having nothing to do with cabinets and all to do with the visual and oral representation of the word itself...welcome to Uni at the University of Westminster...
Monday I slept in. I took it easy in the morning as I don't have class until 2:30: I wrote a blog post and calmly collected my things before getting to class a whole 45 minutes early...oops. But it's fine! Not to worry! My mother taught me well. Waiting for 45 minutes is always better than being late...to which I agree. I was terrified for this class. It's a level 6 which is the highest level; think equivalent to a 3000 level class at DU. It's not quite graduate but it's definitely senior year...in fact...everyone looks mid twenties.
The class is really interesting though. It's called Urban Tourism and all about how cities create a tourism business through policy, partnerships, capitalism, and other methods that I'm sure we'll cover soon. Even after the first day I look at London and its neighborhoods in a completely different way.
The rest of my classes should be pretty standard. I have an internship module that is sort of a professional/personal development class that compliments my internship (I'll get to that in a bit...give me time). I also have an Art & Society class where I get to go to a bunch of museums and write these great reflective/theoretical essays. It'll be fun...right down my alley. :) Finally, I'm taking a Foreign Policy class that consists of a few Americans, some local students, and some international students. It should be interesting...
So, yes...these classes are all so different. Now imagine trying to pronounce "chuchichaschtli"...
...
...
...
Oh, you've never heard it?
...
...
too bad...
keep trying...
...
...
Still not?
Yep, that's how going to class in another country, in a completely different system, within a completely different culture feels. Like trying to pronounce that word having no idea what it sounds like in the first place. I'll get there though, and so will you. We'll work on it.
Posh: Now this might be a little misuse of the word, but I discovered the Boulder of London. As I was walking about two blocks away from my flat last week, I thought I would check out the neighborhood of Shoreditch. It's rumored to have not been a very nice place a couple years ago and has now become very artsy and hipster. Truth.
The streets don't stand out as posh. In fact, at first they seemed to me to be sort of lower end. However, as I walked around a bit more I realized that they were more just simple. They were still brick and massive buildings.
шум (shum): This is the word for noise in Russian, and courtesy of my good friend Matt Gill who is currently
speaking Russian somewhere I'm sure. This is how I feel about my internship. I am working 15 hours a week at
the Directory of Social Change as their marketing intern. This place is great. They do a lot of training and they
publish resources for charities and not-for-profit organizations all over London. The people that work here are
fantastic. They are so much fun and they all have such great personalities! I came in just as they were throwing
a goodbye party for the outgoing marketing intern. Awkward...
Anyway, the office is one big room filled with desks that are grouped by department. We basically hear everyone
and see everyone. When one department needs the other, they talk a little louder or go for a quick visit. It's always
busy and there are so many new tasks and processes to take in. My head has "shumshumshumshumshumshumshum"
on repeat! I'm excited to get my responsibilities all figured out and get to work!
Accckkkk! I'm sick. Have been since Friday. I've just got a cold but it's put a damper on things! I went to the Borough Market where there was just amazing food. Tables of sweets, bread, cheese, meats, and veggies! Yes Ms. Parker...more food :). But I felt terrible with my runny nose and pockets full of tissues. I was not about to leak on someone else's lunch. I moved on quickly without purchasing and walked down the Thames to see Parliament and Buckingham Palace...from the outside. I have a strict "no sneezing on old stuff" rule.
I finished the week at a gorgeous flower market. A whole street of color and smells! Vendors yelling out "2 bunches for 5 up!" and numerous other calls. It was beautiful :) The calla lilies and hydrangeas were spectacular! I also went on a bike ride around Hyde Park with the girls and Massimo! It was a good way to end the week...hacking, sniffling, coughing and all.
I apologize for the many words. There was too much to fit in a shorter post, it had to be a proper one! You all get my personal journal as well as an update. Have a fabulous week!
Cheers!
Hyggeligt: This is the Danish word for cozy (AND IT CAN BE A VERB! Yes my friends...you can hyggel!!). However, it's not a direct translation...it's better. It is used to describe the feeling you get when you're cozy. For me, this word describes Margaux, Desiree, and my Monday night dinners. It's just us (and anyone else who walks in our community kitchens) with a home-cooked meal and good conversation. This is also the feeling I get when I'm out at a pub with all of my good girlfriends...and Massimo of course!
It's the feeling I get when the amazing Lauren Rice comes to town for a visit and the DU crew all sit and talk about our good ol' home Uni and the wonderful place that we all come from. But mostly it's just when I'm with my friends. They have been amazing and able to turn any environment that we go to into a great memory and even better time. Thank you girls!!
Chuchichäschtli: This is the Swiss-German word for kitchen cabinets. I cannot pronounce either of these words by the way. I'm getting close with the first but this one...it's just chaos. So, having nothing to do with cabinets and all to do with the visual and oral representation of the word itself...welcome to Uni at the University of Westminster...
Monday I slept in. I took it easy in the morning as I don't have class until 2:30: I wrote a blog post and calmly collected my things before getting to class a whole 45 minutes early...oops. But it's fine! Not to worry! My mother taught me well. Waiting for 45 minutes is always better than being late...to which I agree. I was terrified for this class. It's a level 6 which is the highest level; think equivalent to a 3000 level class at DU. It's not quite graduate but it's definitely senior year...in fact...everyone looks mid twenties.
The class is really interesting though. It's called Urban Tourism and all about how cities create a tourism business through policy, partnerships, capitalism, and other methods that I'm sure we'll cover soon. Even after the first day I look at London and its neighborhoods in a completely different way.
The rest of my classes should be pretty standard. I have an internship module that is sort of a professional/personal development class that compliments my internship (I'll get to that in a bit...give me time). I also have an Art & Society class where I get to go to a bunch of museums and write these great reflective/theoretical essays. It'll be fun...right down my alley. :) Finally, I'm taking a Foreign Policy class that consists of a few Americans, some local students, and some international students. It should be interesting...
So, yes...these classes are all so different. Now imagine trying to pronounce "chuchichaschtli"...
...
...
...
Oh, you've never heard it?
...
...
too bad...
keep trying...
...
...
Still not?
Yep, that's how going to class in another country, in a completely different system, within a completely different culture feels. Like trying to pronounce that word having no idea what it sounds like in the first place. I'll get there though, and so will you. We'll work on it.
Posh: Now this might be a little misuse of the word, but I discovered the Boulder of London. As I was walking about two blocks away from my flat last week, I thought I would check out the neighborhood of Shoreditch. It's rumored to have not been a very nice place a couple years ago and has now become very artsy and hipster. Truth.
The streets don't stand out as posh. In fact, at first they seemed to me to be sort of lower end. However, as I walked around a bit more I realized that they were more just simple. They were still brick and massive buildings.
- Oh! Quick detour. That's one thing I forgot to mention about London; there is housing everywhere and all the buildings are brick and continuous. Look at a satellite picture of the city and it looks like buildings are never ending and all connected. They basically are just rows of apartments that differ by style, price, and age.
Accckkkk! I'm sick. Have been since Friday. I've just got a cold but it's put a damper on things! I went to the Borough Market where there was just amazing food. Tables of sweets, bread, cheese, meats, and veggies! Yes Ms. Parker...more food :). But I felt terrible with my runny nose and pockets full of tissues. I was not about to leak on someone else's lunch. I moved on quickly without purchasing and walked down the Thames to see Parliament and Buckingham Palace...from the outside. I have a strict "no sneezing on old stuff" rule.
I finished the week at a gorgeous flower market. A whole street of color and smells! Vendors yelling out "2 bunches for 5 up!" and numerous other calls. It was beautiful :) The calla lilies and hydrangeas were spectacular! I also went on a bike ride around Hyde Park with the girls and Massimo! It was a good way to end the week...hacking, sniffling, coughing and all.
Fungi at Borough Market
Produce
Columbia Road Flower Market
I apologize for the many words. There was too much to fit in a shorter post, it had to be a proper one! You all get my personal journal as well as an update. Have a fabulous week!
Cheers!
Monday, September 24, 2012
When in London...Be a Turtle
Alas! It is my first day of class at the Uni. In a few hours my schedule will be set and I will be fully integrated into my study abroad experience. The past week has been a whirlwind. London always has something new to discover and the bus and my feet constantly carry me forward.
I love the bus. The red double-decker is traditionally British, and not only does the bus system make sense to me, but it gives me the opportunity to see London. An added bonus...there are windows for fresh air. The tube is great if you want to pay twice as much, have no personal space and breathe in hot, muggy underground air. Yes, it's faster but the bus is more my style. Besides, I asked the tortoise and he said slow and steady wins the race.
The past week has mainly consisted of shopping and I suppose I dropped in to the University during orientation. Now, when I say shopping I don't mean buying clothes. I mean that I just shopped...for days. Monday and Tuesday I walked around all of Oxford and Regent Street going in to every store that looked appealing. I felt these shops welcomed me with wide open arms. I have never had a shopping experience like this one. Because of many miserable pant buying experiences and my love for sweatshirts, I have never been a huge fan of shopping. Here in London, I fit into everything and I WANT to fit into everything. Department stores such as Debenhams and John Lewis are filled to the brim with knit sweaters, collard shirts, and adorable tweed jackets. It's like they created these fashion lines just for me. I have fallen in love with designers such as Ted Baker, Jack Wills, the handbags of Aubrey, and my obsession with Burberry is escalating dangerously to extreme levels. It's all the worse that I am surrounded by others who carry the same obsession. I've resisted the Burberry store on Regent Street so far...it's killing me slowly.
Clothes are not all I've sorted through. I have a new passion for markets. Camden Market (the largest market I have ever seen) was filled with international food vendors and piles of gadgets and antiques. All of the vendors trying to talk tourists into buying their products instead of the identical product three booths down. It was an assault on the senses. I have found myself touching everything because everything in London is touchable. Items are manufactured with texture. Nothing resembles the flat smooth lines of our infamous IKEA. Pillows have buttons and plush fabric, jewelry is embedded with stones, and even the food is marketed as having that perfect texture: fish and chips are crunchy, macaroons are soft but not gooey, the beer is smooth, and the cider crisp.
After Camden market...I sought out others. I have been brutally tempted by the bread, cheese, and other produce at the Portobello market, not so temped by the second hand home supply parts at the Brick Lane market, and awed by the fresh cuts of meat at the Smithfield market. I suggest you look up the Smithfield market: Disclaimer: my vegetarian friends stop reading now and don't look this place up. Located in a beautiful building, meat vendors sell their fresh cuts of meat. I stood in awe of the good cuts and beautiful marbling. Pork, beef, lamb, and chicken held the leading roles and large wholesale carcasses hung in the back window. It was an amazing sight. Unfortunately, I think we just missed the restaurant buyers as it seemed to be pretty calm when we got there. Next on the list is Billingsgate fish market.
Throughout this while time I have been blessed to meet some great friends who have been exploring London with me:
I love the bus. The red double-decker is traditionally British, and not only does the bus system make sense to me, but it gives me the opportunity to see London. An added bonus...there are windows for fresh air. The tube is great if you want to pay twice as much, have no personal space and breathe in hot, muggy underground air. Yes, it's faster but the bus is more my style. Besides, I asked the tortoise and he said slow and steady wins the race.
The past week has mainly consisted of shopping and I suppose I dropped in to the University during orientation. Now, when I say shopping I don't mean buying clothes. I mean that I just shopped...for days. Monday and Tuesday I walked around all of Oxford and Regent Street going in to every store that looked appealing. I felt these shops welcomed me with wide open arms. I have never had a shopping experience like this one. Because of many miserable pant buying experiences and my love for sweatshirts, I have never been a huge fan of shopping. Here in London, I fit into everything and I WANT to fit into everything. Department stores such as Debenhams and John Lewis are filled to the brim with knit sweaters, collard shirts, and adorable tweed jackets. It's like they created these fashion lines just for me. I have fallen in love with designers such as Ted Baker, Jack Wills, the handbags of Aubrey, and my obsession with Burberry is escalating dangerously to extreme levels. It's all the worse that I am surrounded by others who carry the same obsession. I've resisted the Burberry store on Regent Street so far...it's killing me slowly.
Clothes are not all I've sorted through. I have a new passion for markets. Camden Market (the largest market I have ever seen) was filled with international food vendors and piles of gadgets and antiques. All of the vendors trying to talk tourists into buying their products instead of the identical product three booths down. It was an assault on the senses. I have found myself touching everything because everything in London is touchable. Items are manufactured with texture. Nothing resembles the flat smooth lines of our infamous IKEA. Pillows have buttons and plush fabric, jewelry is embedded with stones, and even the food is marketed as having that perfect texture: fish and chips are crunchy, macaroons are soft but not gooey, the beer is smooth, and the cider crisp.
After Camden market...I sought out others. I have been brutally tempted by the bread, cheese, and other produce at the Portobello market, not so temped by the second hand home supply parts at the Brick Lane market, and awed by the fresh cuts of meat at the Smithfield market. I suggest you look up the Smithfield market: Disclaimer: my vegetarian friends stop reading now and don't look this place up. Located in a beautiful building, meat vendors sell their fresh cuts of meat. I stood in awe of the good cuts and beautiful marbling. Pork, beef, lamb, and chicken held the leading roles and large wholesale carcasses hung in the back window. It was an amazing sight. Unfortunately, I think we just missed the restaurant buyers as it seemed to be pretty calm when we got there. Next on the list is Billingsgate fish market.
Throughout this while time I have been blessed to meet some great friends who have been exploring London with me:
- Angela and I spent a wonderful afternoon eating fish and chips and walking around Regent Park which is like Wash Park on steroids. The gardens are gorgeous.
- Margaux and I met and survived orientation together...that is a deep connection that will never die...and an accomplishment not to be underestimated! Plus, she always finds me when I get lost so I have to make it up to her for that!
- Desiree braved the rain this morning and the chilly 6:00am weather to make the trek to Smithfield and we discovered The Breakfast Club together. This place is dangerous folks...huge breakfast portions and the best smoked salmon and eggs I've ever had.
- Youka and I will master our British accents...WE WILL!
- Julie, Marie, Nicoline, and Christian helped me concur Piccadilly Institute and the awesome 6 themed club.
- Discovering Hoxton square with my Brazilian friends! Bea, Pietro and everyone...you all are fabulous!
- And all of my Westminster Girls (Wibke, Samantha, and Lisa included) cheers to the next few months!
It has been an action filled week with so many more things to discover. After walking home from Notting Hill, (look up the distance. I live near Old Street station) my feet are finally in shape from all the walking. This is perfect timing because I plan to do a lot more walking. Many people have told me that this is a walking city and they're right. By means of a turtle slower than the bus, walking has allowed me to interact with people and to actually feel the different atmospheres of the many neighborhoods and parks. It's amazing how Hyde Park and Regent Park can be so drastically different than one another in scenery and feeling.
It's hard to believe I've only been here a little over a week. I have a long way to go. I miss those of you that are at home and thank you to those of you who are here for making this place feel more like a home. Have a great week everyone.
HEAR HEAR to the turtle!
Cheers.
Westminster Boat Tour on the Thames
An Empty Smithfield Market...I had to get lost to find it
Camden Market
The London Eye on our Boat Tour
Madame Margaux
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Do You Smell That?
So I have decided to jump on the blog bandwagon and made myself vulnerable to the inevitable comparison that will soon follow. After religiously following some of the best (Rayna Healy http://raynahealy.tumblr.com/, Hannah Parks http://hparkes.tumblr.com/, and Rachel Romero http://rayro92.tumblr.com/) I don't dare to pretend to bat in their league. Ladies, I tip my hat to you.
I began my journey at DIA with two delays...two customer service lines...and a Chicago style hot dog that was supposed to be an alligator entree. HA! I laughed in my plan's face. Or more accurately...I cried. A wise man one asked me, "what would we do if things were easy?" Which is one of the truest things I have heard in a while. If things were easy, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. But the good news is, I was successfully rerouted (2 hours late) and ended up in the London Heathrow Airport with time to spare! I met Grace and Aisling and we joyously shared an hour and a half shuttle ride with our never quiet driver, Mr. Mike.
Mr. Mike immediately educated us on how much it cost to live in different neighborhoods, what people were trustworthy to do business with, and made sure we knew that masters degrees were available in wine tasting and specialty retail. Yes please. He gave us just what we needed...a warm welcome.
I finally made it to my Hall of Residence (Alexander Flemming) and checked in with the one and only Angela. Angela is a sweetheart sent to live across the hall from me and accompany me on the three mile walk to meet Grace, Aisling, and the world traveler Katie Raff. Poor Angela did not know what she was getting herself into. We got the Maryleborne Hall in an hour only to find that the cell phone and bedding stores were closed. However, lucky for Angela, we were able to find bedding at the front desk of Maryleborne Hall where we received our second warm welcome.
Ms. Samantha Payne used to work at Alexander Flemming which she absolutely loved! She told us where her favorite restaurants and night life were and even thought it right to mention the strange sex shop on one of the corners...Angela and I finally knew what the bright pink building up a few blocks was. We also found all of her recommendations when we got lost coming home that night. ...we walked for about two hours and past our front door about four times while standing right in front contemplating where our next route should be. Needless to say...we learn from doing.
And speaking of learning from doing...cheers to Poundland! London's version of the dollar store. Needless to say..I'm living on a budget.
The same very wise man that was listed above once told me, when asked what he thought about the county fair, "there are a lot of sights, sounds, and smells to take in all at once." That basically sums up the past few days. This thought was reiterated by Angela saying...it smells so funny here. I agreed which is ironic coming from two people who raise cattle. Kindred souls!
But really. It smells different. I wouldn't have thought that smells would impact me so much, but when walking past McDonalds or KFC makes me happy...I know that means something. Everything smells different here and it's overwhelming. I can only wait until my senses adjust and before I know it, I wont be smelling anything other than the glorious smell of rain and adventure.
Cheers!
I began my journey at DIA with two delays...two customer service lines...and a Chicago style hot dog that was supposed to be an alligator entree. HA! I laughed in my plan's face. Or more accurately...I cried. A wise man one asked me, "what would we do if things were easy?" Which is one of the truest things I have heard in a while. If things were easy, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. But the good news is, I was successfully rerouted (2 hours late) and ended up in the London Heathrow Airport with time to spare! I met Grace and Aisling and we joyously shared an hour and a half shuttle ride with our never quiet driver, Mr. Mike.
Mr. Mike immediately educated us on how much it cost to live in different neighborhoods, what people were trustworthy to do business with, and made sure we knew that masters degrees were available in wine tasting and specialty retail. Yes please. He gave us just what we needed...a warm welcome.
I finally made it to my Hall of Residence (Alexander Flemming) and checked in with the one and only Angela. Angela is a sweetheart sent to live across the hall from me and accompany me on the three mile walk to meet Grace, Aisling, and the world traveler Katie Raff. Poor Angela did not know what she was getting herself into. We got the Maryleborne Hall in an hour only to find that the cell phone and bedding stores were closed. However, lucky for Angela, we were able to find bedding at the front desk of Maryleborne Hall where we received our second warm welcome.
Ms. Samantha Payne used to work at Alexander Flemming which she absolutely loved! She told us where her favorite restaurants and night life were and even thought it right to mention the strange sex shop on one of the corners...Angela and I finally knew what the bright pink building up a few blocks was. We also found all of her recommendations when we got lost coming home that night. ...we walked for about two hours and past our front door about four times while standing right in front contemplating where our next route should be. Needless to say...we learn from doing.
And speaking of learning from doing...cheers to Poundland! London's version of the dollar store. Needless to say..I'm living on a budget.
The same very wise man that was listed above once told me, when asked what he thought about the county fair, "there are a lot of sights, sounds, and smells to take in all at once." That basically sums up the past few days. This thought was reiterated by Angela saying...it smells so funny here. I agreed which is ironic coming from two people who raise cattle. Kindred souls!
But really. It smells different. I wouldn't have thought that smells would impact me so much, but when walking past McDonalds or KFC makes me happy...I know that means something. Everything smells different here and it's overwhelming. I can only wait until my senses adjust and before I know it, I wont be smelling anything other than the glorious smell of rain and adventure.
Cheers!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Warning: Sappy Crappy Included
I don't know if it is the jet lag, or the lack of a pillow and sheets that has me up at 1:15 this morning writing this post. However, I'm going to roll with it and use the opportunity to my advantage.
Admitting how emotional this journey has started out is very hard for me. I am in the city that I have wanted to be in for years and yet...I'm worried. I had just gotten settled in Denver after overcoming a difficult year at DU. I finally chose my majors (Public Policy and Strategic Communications) and I both strengthened relationships with my best friends and began new relationships with my now best friends. I have THE best...Best Friends...let me just make that very clear. And finally, I spent a wonderful summer with my family after having spend the last 21 months away from them and from my gorgeous sister.
Not only do I wonder why I left my sister alone (she's a kick butt senior for cryin' out loud!), but I wonder why I chose to leave a place like DU when it finally felt like a perfect fit.
This is all very hard to admit, but I know that I am where I need to be right now and I look forward to the growth spurt that is about to take place these next three months. Now...enough sappy crappy and let's get to the story!
Admitting how emotional this journey has started out is very hard for me. I am in the city that I have wanted to be in for years and yet...I'm worried. I had just gotten settled in Denver after overcoming a difficult year at DU. I finally chose my majors (Public Policy and Strategic Communications) and I both strengthened relationships with my best friends and began new relationships with my now best friends. I have THE best...Best Friends...let me just make that very clear. And finally, I spent a wonderful summer with my family after having spend the last 21 months away from them and from my gorgeous sister.
Not only do I wonder why I left my sister alone (she's a kick butt senior for cryin' out loud!), but I wonder why I chose to leave a place like DU when it finally felt like a perfect fit.
This is all very hard to admit, but I know that I am where I need to be right now and I look forward to the growth spurt that is about to take place these next three months. Now...enough sappy crappy and let's get to the story!
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